A sinking cup of judgement Transformed into a Pillar

I have thought about the lives

I lived before

Him that commands the waves

Brought me out from the sinking sand

Of hollow metallic disturbance

Of shapes of the different

Bruises left on the skin

Of my innocent body

Taken by the eyes of

The one who was suppose

To be my guardian

I was bricked in

Flogged by the daily

Guilt for shame of

Wanting to be loved in his embrace

But still afraid of the

Thoughts and stirs of the

Neighbours eyes that

Looked too deep on my skins

Deep shallow marks

I saw no pity, arm stretch in confusion

Only judgement of my bruises

And curses labelled on me

For what I didn’t

Understand or asked for

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